When Jiang Shuxia saw who it was, his face immediately flushed red, especially his smile, it made her feel that she was terrifying.
Lingxuyao came in with a white plastic bag and put it on the bedside table. "Beast?"
"Am I wrong? "You are a beast!" Jiang Shuxia curled her lips and poked the bridge of his nose with her small hand. Is my waist still sore? Do you know that after that incident, if there was no one by your side early in the morning, it would give others the feeling of a night. The feeling of love? "
"Early in the morning?" Lingxuyao raised his eyebrows, "It's almost afternoon now!"
"…" The corner of Jiang Shuxia's mouth twitched, how miserably did she suffer from yesterday's torture? Only now did she wake up.
No, that's not the time, okay? Jiang Shuxia was silent.
The man took an ointment from the plastic bag. "Does it still hurt?"